Cut Poem by Patrick Shields

Cut The Flesh To The Bone
As Your Skin Burns and Bleeds But You Feel Better
Sitting In Your Room Crying Youself To Sleep All Alone
If Your Parents Saw The Cuts They Would Lock You Up In Fetters

You Don't Know What Causes It and You Don't Care
Your Ashemed To Show Or Tell Anyone
All You Know Is The Feeling Of The Blood Running Down Your Skin So Fair
Yet You Long To Confide In Someone

I Offer My Hand To Help You
You Don't Believe I'm Telling The Truth and Push My Hand Away
I Once Stood Where You Stand Come See It From My Point Of View
Please You Can Trust Me I Will Never Lead You Astray

It's Not Wrong To Cut As I Lift Up My Sleeves My Arms Covered In Scars
You Start To Run Your Hand Down My Shoulder To My Wrist
I Can See A Tear Start To Roll Down Your Cheek From Afar
I Was Also Made Fun Of For Doing This

They'll Never Understand Us and Why We Do This
I Am Your Someone To Confide In I Will Never Judge You
Even If They Threaten Us With There Fists
I'll Show Your Compasion You Never Knew